Under the Willows, and Other PoemsFields, Osgood, 1869 - 286 pages |
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... and sauntering thoughts That brook no ceiling narrower than the blue . The cherry , drest for bridal , at my pane Brushes , then listens , Will he come ? The bee , All dusty as a miller , takes his toll Of UNDER THE WILLOWS . 11.
... and sauntering thoughts That brook no ceiling narrower than the blue . The cherry , drest for bridal , at my pane Brushes , then listens , Will he come ? The bee , All dusty as a miller , takes his toll Of UNDER THE WILLOWS . 11.
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... thought , Except for him who hath the secret learned To mix his blood with sunshine , and to take The winds into his pulses . Hush ! ' Tis he ! My oriole , my glance of summer fire , Is come at last , and , ever on the watch , Twitches ...
... thought , Except for him who hath the secret learned To mix his blood with sunshine , and to take The winds into his pulses . Hush ! ' Tis he ! My oriole , my glance of summer fire , Is come at last , and , ever on the watch , Twitches ...
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... thought with it along the air , And I must follow , would I ever find The inward rhyme to all this wealth of life . I care not how men trace their ancestry , To ape or Adam ; let them please their whim ; But I in June am midway to ...
... thought with it along the air , And I must follow , would I ever find The inward rhyme to all this wealth of life . I care not how men trace their ancestry , To ape or Adam ; let them please their whim ; But I in June am midway to ...
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... thought ceased , Or was transfused in something to which thought Is coarse and dull of sense . Myself was lost , Gone from me like an ache , and what remained UNDER THE WILLOWS . 17.
... thought ceased , Or was transfused in something to which thought Is coarse and dull of sense . Myself was lost , Gone from me like an ache , and what remained UNDER THE WILLOWS . 17.
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... thought . He , as the habit is of lonely men , - Unused to try the temper of their mind In fence with others , positive and shy , Yet knows to put an edge upon his speech , Pithily Saxon in unwilling talk . Him I entrap with my long ...
... thought . He , as the habit is of lonely men , - Unused to try the temper of their mind In fence with others , positive and shy , Yet knows to put an edge upon his speech , Pithily Saxon in unwilling talk . Him I entrap with my long ...
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Page 256 - I sweep them for a paean, but they wane Again and yet again Into a dirge, and die away, in pain. In these brave ranks I only see the gaps, Thinking of dear ones whom the dumb turf wraps, Dark to the triumph which they died to gain: Fitlier may others greet the living, For me the past is unforgiving; I with uncovered head Salute the sacred dead, Who went, and who return not.
Page 23 - And still fluttered down the snow. I stood and watched by the window The noiseless work of the sky, And the sudden flurries of snow-birds, Like brown leaves whirling by. I thought of a mound in sweet Auburn, Where a little headstone stood; How the flakes were folding it gently, As did robins the babes in the wood. Up spoke our own little Mabel, Saying,
Page 22 - THE snow had begun in the gloaming, And busily all the night Had been heaping field and highway With a silence deep and white. Every pine and fir and hemlock Wore ermine too dear for an earl, And the poorest twig on the elm-tree Was ridged inch deep with pearl.
Page 252 - Nature, they say, doth dote, And cannot make a man Save on some worn-out plan, Repeating us by rote: For him her Old World moulds aside she threw, And, choosing sweet clay from the breast Of the unexhausted West, With stuff untainted shaped a hero new, Wise, steadfast in the strength of God, and true.
Page 246 - ... toil, With the cast mantle she hath left behind her. Many in sad faith sought for her, Many with crossed hands sighed for her; But these, our brothers, fought for her, At life's dear peril wrought for her, So loved her that they died for her...
Page 254 - Great captains, with their guns and drums, Disturb our judgment for the hour, But at last silence comes; These all are gone, and, standing like a tower, Our children shall behold his fame, The kindly-earnest, brave, foreseeing man, Sagacious, patient, dreading praise, not blame, New birth of our new soil, the first American.
Page 24 - The snow that husheth all, Darling, the merciful Father Alone can make it fall ! " Then, with eyes that saw not, I kissed her ; And she, kissing back, could not know That my kiss was given to her sister, Folded close under deepening snow.
Page 251 - But then to stand beside her, When craven churls deride her. To front a lie in arms and not to yield, This shows, methinks, God's plan And measure of a stalwart man, Limbed like the old heroic breeds. Who stands self-poised on manhood's solid earth, Not forced to frame excuses for his birth, Fed from within with all the strength he needs.
Page 245 - Mother welcomes back Her wisest Scholars, those who understood The deeper teaching of her mystic tome, And offered their fresh lives to make it good: No lore of Greece or Rome, No science peddling with the names of things, Or reading stars to find...
Page 250 - Bursts up in flame ; the war of tongue and pen Learns with what deadly purpose it was fraught, And, helpless in the fiery passion caught, Shakes all the pillared state with shock of men : Some day the soft Ideal that we wooed...